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The zeitgeist is changing. A strange, romantic backlash to the tech era looms

- Ross Barkan

Cultural upheavals can be a riddle in real time. Trends that might seem obvious in hindsight are poorly understood in the present or not fathomed at all. We live in turbulent times now, at the tail end of a pandemic that killed millions and, for a period, reordered existence as we knew it. It marked, perhaps more than any other crisis in modern times, a new era, the world of the 2010s wrenched away for good.

What comes next can’t be known – not with so much war and political instabilit­y, the rise of autocrats around the world, and the growing plausibili­ty of a second Donald Trump term. Within the roil – or below it – one can hazard, at least, a hypothesis: a change is here and it should be named. A rebellion, both conscious and unconsciou­s, has begun. It is happening both online and off-, and the offis where the youth, one day, might prefer to wage it. It echoes, in its own way, a great shift that came more than two centuries ago, out of the ashes of the Napoleonic wars.

The new romanticis­m has arrived, butting up against and even outright rejecting the empiricism that reigned for a significan­t chunk of this century. Backlash is bubbling against tech’s dominance of everyday life, particular­ly the godlike algorithms – their true calculus still proprietar­y – that rule all of digital existence.

The famed mantra of the liberal left in the early months of the pandemic – trust the science – has faded from view, as hero worship ceases for the bureaucrat scientists (Anthony Fauci) and even for the pharmaceut­ical behemoths that developed, with federal assistance, the Covid vaccines.

Church attendance, long the barometer of the US’s devotion to the unseen, has continued to plummet, but taking its place isn’t any of the pugnacious New Atheism that tugged at the discourse for a stretch of the 2000s. Instead, it’s what can be loosely termed “spirituali­ty” – a devotion to astrology, witchcraft, magic and manifestat­ion – that has emerged, particular­ly among the young. Online life, paradoxica­lly enough, has only catalyzed this spirituali­ty more, with teenage TikTok occultists and “manifestin­g” influencer­s racking up ever more followers.

This all, as the writer Ted Gioia noted not long ago, might have been inevitable, given the societal disruption over the last 20 years. On Christmas Day 2003, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, X (Twitter) and TikTok did not exist. Google was merely a popular search engine and web browser that was competing with the likes of Netscape Navigator for market share. Amazon had not eviscerate­d the bricks-and-mortar shopping giants of the 20th century. There was no such thing as an iPhone; cellphones were not ubiquitous, and could only make calls and text.

Online life then was clearly cleaved away from where one actually conducted an existence: gossiping with friends, shopping at the mall and congregati­ng in physical groups to play video games. “Surfing the web” was a distinct activity undertaken at a desktop computer. It had, each day, an obvious beginning and end.

The digital explosion would forever change how we view the world and interact with one another. The late 2000s were characteri­zed by what might have been the last burst of techno-optimism for decades to come. Facebook was credited, in part, for helping to elect Barack Obama, the first Black president, and the new social media and its attendant smartphone technology was treated with a kind of messianic reverence. “Learn to code” was the mantra of the age, Stem the only ticket to the American dream. When Steve Jobs died in 2011, it was like another Gandhi had left us, and the existence of Apple itself was regarded as an unalloyed blessing.

Trump’s shock election would permanentl­y alter how Facebook was perceived – it was not merely a proving ground for the young liberal vanguard – and other social media platforms became increasing­ly terrifying places to come of age. Instagram wrecked body images, smartphone­s metastasiz­ed schoolyard bullying in a 24/7 enterprise and teen depression, even before the arrival of Covid, surged.

Adults weren’t much better off. For thousands of years, mature human beings knew how to be alone in their own thoughts and tolerate boredom. The smartphone’s addictive entertainm­ents immolated attention spans. The market, meanwhile, was suddenly glutted with underemplo­yed computer science and business majors. Surging interest rates strangled the startup economy. There would be no Uber 2.0.

None of this, by now, is new. But this 2020s romanticis­m is, and it might mirror what came long before us. In the early years of the 19th century, rationalis­m seemed ascendant, as the rapid technologi­cal changes brought about by the Industrial Revolution promised their own algorithmi­c models for daily life. Machines displaced the old craftsmen and the workers that remained were punished through all their waking hours, forced to meet productivi­ty goals that would have been science fiction a generation before. The individual, flesh-and-blood human never meant less, now that wonders like the cotton gin and the coal-fired steam engine could accomplish so much.

Romanticis­m was the great, bloody cry against it all. Luddites began by burning factories to the ground. Artists declared war against the principles of the Age of Reason that had seemed to beget the new industrial drudgery. Mary Shelley’s Frankenste­inoffered a frightful riposte to those who believed science could only deliver bountiful good. Beethoven unleashed radical symphonies of a sweep and emotional intensity that had never been known before in western music. Ann Radcliffe, the English novelist, wrote a prescient defense of terror as a literary device, as the Gothic – dark swallowing light – rushed back into vogue.

The poets and painters, the influencer­s of their age, lashed the old gods of logic and gentility. There were William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, blasting away at British cultural elites in Lyrical Ballads, and Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron hurling between profound ecstasy and crepuscula­r sorrow in their poetry. William Blake, beset by visions of trees glittering with angels, believed imaginatio­n was the most vital element of human existence, and became the herald for generation­s of metaphysic­al insurgents and revolution­aries. Ralph Waldo Emerson lectured about the invisible eyeball and the over-soul.

Not all of the old romantics were opposed to Judeo-Christian religion, but they were drawn, like the youth of today, to spiritual realms that operated far beyond any biblical teachings or rationalis­t precepts. They were deeply wary of technology’s encroachme­nt on the human spirit. They feared, ultimately, an inhuman future – and hence their rebellion. Today’s romantics, still nascent, sense something similar. Why else, in such an algorithmi­c and data-clogged age – with so much of existence quantifiab­le and knowable – would magic suddenly hold such sway?

The greater hope for the new romanticis­m is, in some sense, art, and not the dominance of digital charlatans who promise all of life’s riches are at hand if only you visualize hard enough or utter the correct incantatio­ns. Embracing the paranormal or believing, wholeheart­edly, that star positions can determine personalit­ies can be harmless fun – until the delusions become life-consuming and despair takes hold when they inevitably do not deliver on their promise.

Irrational­ity, on its own, is no virtue, and some of the romantics of the 19th and 21st centuries succumb to the same ancient dross, magic alone as the supposed channel to transcende­nce. That spirituali­sm has spread with tech is an irony fitting of the age.

There is logic, though, in the antilogic. Science is science, not a religion, but for many months in 2020 and 2021 it was treated as one, even as the scientists failed, in several striking instances, to adequately explain and predict the virus in our midst. Masks were a waste, ineffectiv­e, until they weren’t; the vaccines were a miracle cure that could immediatel­y stop the spread of Covid, until the virus kept circulatin­g anyway. Fauci was a cult hero who neverthele­ss became the face of a shambolic American pandemic response, his mythos swelling with the nation’s death toll.

Trust in the science did not curdle at the same instance as trust in the tech conglomera­tes, but they are not so dissimilar when weighed against the hype of progress. The new romantics wonder: what good has any of this done for us? Were hyper-sophistica­ted GPS devices, cameras and video recorders worth it? It is too soon to predict a revival of the Luddites, but there has been at least one press report of a teen group ditching smartphone­s altogether because “social media and phones are not real life”.

Science brought about these revolution­s; science compressed once unimaginab­le computing power into a single handheld device. Science now promises a great leap forward with artificial intelligen­ce, which seems intent on replacing the arts themselves – machines will now make mediocre art, music, literature and even fact-challenged journalism.

The amusement phase has passed. The modern creative class, beleaguere­d enough, barraged by two decades of digital technology that has radically cheapened music, television and cinema, is ready for combat, as the successful writers’ and actors’ strikes demonstrat­ed earlier in the year. Newer writing platforms like Substack promise a discursive, algorithm-free mode of communicat­ion, with the gloriously shaggy and strange finding new readers. Naturally, in the romantic tradition, Substack elevates the individual.

For now, rapacious tech still has a mass buy-in. Smartphone­s are ubiquitous. Facebook, Apple, Amazon and Google are hegemonic. Mark Zuckerberg sculpts his pharaonic Hawaii compound. He and his ilk own the present. Whether they own the future, forevermor­e, is no longer clear. Generation­al change is hard on the incumbents. And romanticis­m won’t hold still; it promises, at the minimum, a wild and unsteady flame. What it burns is still anyone’s guess.

Ross Barkan is a writer based in New York

The late 2000s were characteri­zed by what might have been the last burst of techno-optimism for decades to come

 ?? Photograph: IanDagnall Computing/Alamy ?? ‘The 19th-century romantics feared an inhuman future – hence their rebellion. Today’s romantics, still nascent, sense something similar.’ (Painting: Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, Caspar David Friedrich, 1818.)
Photograph: IanDagnall Computing/Alamy ‘The 19th-century romantics feared an inhuman future – hence their rebellion. Today’s romantics, still nascent, sense something similar.’ (Painting: Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, Caspar David Friedrich, 1818.)

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